from the snug fit of a state-
like 'United States' not
'State of the Union' state.
A dead thick husk shell
castration till liberation, split.
So you move and it's grand-
or so that's what you say.
Reneg? On a move?
L-O-L, gag-me-with-a-spoon,
3 decades pining only
to uno reverse last minute.
Take the lil' scamp who
packed one meal to run away,
returns soon, tail between legs,
whimper, whimper, 'hey.'
You a Hounddog cryin' for
her old school, and old friends,
and old toys. 'Adulting' is 'kidding'
just a slightly different scope.
It's not that you cannot,
but you'd just rather not.
You aren't 'in the doghouse'
just a puppy comin' home.
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